This well was dug deep for me.
Drop a coin, make a wish...Look down.
I see condensation on the stones..
The water can't quite reach the pail I've let go.
I'd climb down if I was sure,
That all was desired wasn't absurd..
I want to be that girl.
The one who is wanted and loved like she should.
Words can be artificial, the meanings can lose their feelings.
Yet I long for communication.